The Masters

I was not fully awake yet. The man beside me in the car was not touching me, but I could feel his eyes on me. I squirmed slightly, and he chuckled. My legs were cold, and I felt the gooseflesh rise on my arms. I shivered, and he laughed. The driver turned his head slightly and our eyes met in the rearview mirror. He smirked at me and I quickly lowered my eyes. I knew what he was thinking and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face anyone yet. Was I? Well, it didn’t matter whether I felt I was or not…because tonight I was not only going to be meeting others like the man beside me, but also others like myself…slaves to their master. I was intrigued by the idea of the party we were attending tonight. My first since becoming his slave. My first real outing as slave, if truth be told. I have been a slave for only a few weeks, but my master feels that I am ready to be “displayed” to his friends and collegues. I am not to embarass him, nor disappoint him. I have been warned that to displease him will bring great punishments…some of which I can only imagine. Thinking back over the last couple of weeks, I find that I am warmed by the actions of the man beside me. He took me in from the street after I was brutally gangraped and beaten. I was so bruised and battered that I could barely speak for several days. The doctor had been, and I was quickly on the mend, only to find that I had no way to repay the man for his kindness, until he offered me a solution. I would only have to please him and then the debt would be paid. I quickly agreed, and then found myself wearing his collar. It was about 2 inches wide and sported a tag that read “Property of Mr. C. H. Please return to _____ if found”. Soon I was wearing cuffs on my wrists and ankles that sported rings for attatching things to and also to hook me onto various “toys” that he had throughout the house. He was gentle at first, teaching me to honor him, care for him, and even beg him to let me service him. This I did on a daily basis, licking his cock until it was hard and thick, and squeezing his large balls just enough to make him jerk with expectancy. He would rub his hard cock all over my face, spurting his rich cum in my mouth, telling me to swallow and not waste a single drop. Soon I found that I enjoyed his ownership and wished to please him in all ways. Tonight I would prove that. I was wearing what he had picked out for me. Black stockings attatched to a red garter-belt. Black high-heeled shoes that made my ass stick out and forced my bare breasts to their fullest angles. I was wearing a black corset, laced very tightly, and long black gloves. I was also sporting new cuffs on my thighs and upper arms. My collar was equipped with chains that ran down to my breasts where nipple rings gleamed in the passing lights. From there, a chain ran down my belly and between my legs to attatch to the collar once more. When pulled, this chain would slide inside my pussy, making it wet and hot.
The cuffs on my upper arms had large rings on one side and hooks on the other. These were to bind my arms behind me later in the evening. The thigh cuffs had not been explained other than to inform me that I would find great pleasure when they were used.
We arrived in front of a large, imposing building and the chauffeur got out. Opening the door, Master slid out and leaned in to help me with my cloak. I was wrapped inside it and then quickly ushered into the foyer where we were greeted by a small woman wearing nothing but a collar and skimmpy apron. She took our coats and showed us into the main lobby. The lights were very low, but I could make out a small crowd of people milling around.
Master whispered in my ear…”Remember, do whatever you are told to do…or else.” I shivered at the tone and quickly lowered my eyes as I had been taught. A drink was placed in my hand and I was told to drink it. I did so, and the glass was removed. I stood in silence until my Master began to speak. Lifting my eyes slightly, I saw that several men had joined us, and they were staring at me like some rare find. Master pulled a leash from his pocket and clipped it to my collar before handing it to one of the gentlemen and then he turned to me and smiled. I was tugged away, and had to all but run to keep up with the man as he pulled me across the room to a large dias set up at one end. Soon I found myself standing on the dias with him beside me. All eyes soon focused on us as the man raised his arms for attention and silence fell on the room.
A chair was brought forward and he sat, pulling me down to my knees before him. He kept pulling on my collar until my face was inside his crotch…and I soon realized what he wanted. Before I could reach up and open his pants, however, another hand reached for me from behind and I found my arms were pinned back. I lifted my head and saw the face of our chauffeur smirking down at me. I was pulled forward again and had to undo his pants with my teeth. It took some doing, but I soon had his cock out and began to go down on him…slowly at first and then faster as his meaty hand fisted in my hair and forced my head down into his groin. I choked at first and he pulled my hair. Wincing, I again began to suck and lick and swallow his large, heavy cock. He was soooo hard and swollen. I had him deep in my throat, I could barely breathe, he was so big and he was pushing deeper when suddenly he held me still and shot his load into my throat. I swallowed quickly, not wanting to lose any, and after several minutes his grip eased and I was able to lift my head. Still smirking, he had me lick him clean before pushing me back so he could stand. I stood in a submissive posture, waiting for I knew not what.
I soon found out.
He yanked my leash and spun me around so that I had my back to audience. I had not been whipped for several days and so my backside was white and pale. This angered him, and he called for the rack. I watched at a large wooden pillory was wheeled out and I was placed in it, my head and arms locked tight, my legs spread and secured to the posts. I was now in a bent over position, with my ass nicely exposed for all to see. I could not see what he weilded, but I felt it as the first blow landed on my soft ass.
The paddle he used was hard and had several holes cut into it to leave nice round welts as it hit home. It didn’t take too many blows to make my ass red and sore, and I was trying hard not to cry out with the pain, but several grunts and whimpers escaped my bitten lips and with each one, several additional blows landed on my now fiery red ass-cheeks.
After several minutes of this, he stopped and I breathed a heavy sigh, thinking it was over. Wrong. Next came a large contraption that I can only call a wheel of torture. It had the look of a bicycle wheel, except that on the spokes were attatched small floggers—one for each of the eight or ten spokes I could count.
The chauffeur stepped down from the dias and I saw another take his place behind me. This man was very tall; well over 6′ and I could see that he was very big all over. He came up behind me and I felt his hands caress my flaming backside before sliding between my legs. My cunt was wet and he fingered me a moment and then slid three fat fingers inside my dripping hole. He finger-fucked me for several minutes, making me hotter and wetter with each stroke. Several seconds passed and then he pulled out and moved upwards to my asshole. Before I knew what was happening, he had slid those same fat fingers deep into me. I cried out, and immediately felt his other hand slam down on my ass in punishment. I received several slaps while his fingers fucked my ass and I squirmed. I was crying now, and in great pain. My ass had been virgin territory up until that moment and it hurt like hell for him finger me like that.
Suddenly, he withdrew and laughed loudly. I tried to turn my head and was rewarded with several more slaps, this time on my legs and back with a crop. I jerked and quickly lowered my head once more.
The large man moved around me and I felt the wheel behind me. Then I was turned so that I was now sideways to the crowd, and they had a better view of the happenings on stage.
The wheel began to turn, and it was moved in close to me. Soon, I felt the first blow land and I jerked in surprise at the sting it registered. I felt blow after blow land and the wheel kept turning. With each turn, the eight or ten crops landed and burned and landed and burned, one after the other, constantly going round and round. The speed was slow, and I guess that was all right. Soon, however, the man got tired of this, and the speed increased. Now I was being struck rapidly and felt sting after sting register in the same place. Large red welts began to form and rise and soon I was squirming trying to get away from the flogging machine. Laughter and applause echoed in my ears as the tears flowed freely down my cheeks. I was on fire and in great pain. The flogger was moved and soon the right cheek was as red and swollen as the left. I was near screaming point when suddenly all stopped. The flogger was removed and I was unlocked. Hands pulled me upright, and a tug on my leash led me off stage and down some steps. Applause still echoed throughout the room, as I was led back to my master.
He took my lead and handed me a glass. I was bidden to drink and I did so, thirstily. When emptied, it was removed and another took its place. This too was emptied and then we were told that dinner was served. I was led into a large dining room where I was seated at my masters’ feet at one end of a very large table.
About half-way through the first course, my master leaned down and whispered in my ear. My lead was unhooked and I quickly crawled under the table to crouch between my masters’ legs. Undoing his zipper, I pulled his hard cock from his pants and began to lick and kiss him. I slid my hot mouth over his bulbous head and swallowed him all the way to his root. My throat tightened on him and I felt him jerk under my administrations. I moved slowly at first, then faster as he got harder and closer to cumming. His hand shot out and fisted in my hair and I knew he was ready. I slid him deep into my mouth and held him while he exploded inside my throat. Swallowing, my throat convulsed around him, making him cum again and again. Several minutes passed and then he released my head and with a pat on top of it, I was once more beside his chair. A small amount of clapping reached my ears as the men close to us nodded their approval at this treatment.
The next course arrived, and my master once more whispered in my ear. Again I crawled under the table, but this time I was between the legs of the man next to my master. Again I had a large, hard cock down my throat, and again I was drinking in copious amounts of cum. After licking him clean, I moved down to the man next to him, and drank of his hard cock. Soon, I had drunk from all the men at table—25 of them, and I had swallowed all of their cum, and licked them clean. My throat and lips ached from the pounding they had received and my face hurt from being fucked so much and so hard.
Upon returning to my masters’ side I was given a bowl of water to drink from. Emptying this, I was then handed some food by my master. I ate ravenously, since I had had nothing to eat all day, except the cum and cock of the evening. My stomach felt much relieved for being fed, and my mouth and throat felt better for the water. I was given more of the latter, and I drank thirstily. More fun and games were coming, I had been warned. I needed my strenghth and I knew that what I had thus far endured was nothing compared with what was coming. My body ached and burned and yet I was hot and excited to think of what else was waiting back there in the large room.
My master was happy with my performance so far. I had come through it without any problems, and I had given joy and relief during the meal to all of our friends. I smiled to myself, but wisely kept my eyes down, and my smile inside. Punishment was only an arms reach away, and I was not willing to have it land on me now.
Dinner was over, the men began to rise and shuffle towards the doors leading back into the ballroom. Master hooked my lead to my collar and pulled me to my feet. As he did so, the chain between my legs pulled tight, and I gasped as it rubbed my erect clit and slid into my hot pussy.
He smiled and tugged tighter, making me groan silently. He knew what I was feeling, and was looking forward to the next bit of entertainment in store for me.
I was led back into the room as all eyes watched and I was soon back on the dias, this time spreadeagled on a horse, my ass and cunt exposed to all and sundry. Two men approached, one holding a large dildo while the other unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor.
His cock was huge and I recognized it. I had trouble getting it down my throat it was so big and he was fully erect and aiming it right at me.
I winced at the thought of that rod pushing into my cunt, only to gasp when the dildo was pushed in instead. Then I knew. He was going to ass fuck me with that monstrous cock of his. My poor ass would never take the strain…and I tried to pull away as he stood before me.
His cock pushed against my tight hole, and he grunted with frustration. I was dry there, and he had to moisten himself first. The dildo was pulled out and he slid in, hard and fast and then just as quickly pulled out. He positioned himself at my asshole and began to push. My sphincter was tight, and he was soooo big, that he couldn’t push in at first. He leaned forward and with both hands pulled my cheeks apart. He pushed hard and finally popped the tip into me and I moaned in pain. It burned like fire where he rested and I prayed he would stop and pull out. He didn’t. He lunged forward and slammed that mighty cock deep into my ass, filling me to bursting with his huge sausage. Grunting, he held himself still for a moment, getting the feel of my tight hole wrapped around his huge cock.
The dildo began to move in and out of my hot, wet cunt and the man began to slide his meat in and out of my tight ass. I was biting my lips to keep from screaming when suddenly hands gripped my nipples and began to pinch and twist and pull them this way and that. I was on fire inside and out, and still more was coming my way.
A huge cock was pushing against my lips and forcing its way into my mouth. I opened wide and began to suck on the cock that was ramming into my face with great force. I was now filled to capacity. My ass and cunt were being fucked viciously from below and now my mouth was being fucked too. I was strapped down and helpless, and unable to do anything except what was expected of me, and not complain about my treatment. I was, afterall, just a slave. Here for the pleasure of my master and any he wished to share me with.
The cock in my mouth was taking a long time to cum, and he kept slamming into me, pushing my head back and yanking it forward with each thrust.
My ass was on fire and being torn apart from the inside out and my cunt was being reamed by the dildo being shoved in and out of me. I was burning and ready to explode when the cock in my mouth did just that, and he pulled out to squirt cum all over my face and breasts. He had a lot of spunk and my face was covered in the thick sticky mess.
I felt a sting on my chest and realized that I was being slapped with a crop across my large breasts, where all that cum lay. The moisture made each blow sting even more. Several blows landed, making my breasts swell and turn red beneath the welts.
I felt the cock in my ass stiffen and then the hot burn of his spunk as he exploded deep in my bowels. The dildo kept up its perfect rhythm and soon I was cumming too, moaning and squirming as I came and came. I was so sore, and exhausted, and tired, and afraid that the evening wasn’t over yet.
Master was waiting for me when I was led back down the steps and my lead was once more in his hands. I was given a goblet of clear liquid to drink and then led away behind some curtains. Master said I was to rest for now, he would be back soon to get me for more entertainment.
I yawned and quickly laid down on the inviting couch he had pointed to. Soon, my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.

mommabear, this is one hell of a good story..it’s very well structured and written; the detail is just right for this type of story. I am wondering whether this experience is a product of your imagination or is it derived from experience.
I am a mature man, living in Southern California, who wonders if you would like to respond to my comments. I eagerly await your answer.